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I wake up, well rested and content. Seems like I've slept in, because the other two are already awake. I grab my phone and head downstairs.

"Good morning," both of them say at the same time. They're already finished with breakfast.

"Good morning!" I smile. "I'll have to go home quickly; I need to shower and properly apologize to my mother. Thank you for your kindness," I tell them as I grab my bag.

"Of course! You're always welcome here!" Lucian answers as if it's his own house, his energy level as high as ever.

Yet it's nowhere near the amount of energy I feel inside me, running through my veins. It feels like electricity, it's as if I've been charging all this time and now I'm full of it. Is this how he feels all the time?

After we say our goodbyes, I run out the door. This time, I don't want to sing, scream, or run out of sorrow. It's a newfound source of hope that drives me crazy. The feelings are overflowing, and I'm almost unable to keep it in.